Katie took a deep breath and walked into the lounge room, where Gil and Catherine were watching a movie. "Okay, I'm going out."
Catherine's head popped
up. "Where?"
"Huh?"
"We need more clarification," Gil explained.
"Oh okay. Outside?"
"Oh okay, let's try this
one. What for?"
Katie took a deep breath.
"On a date."
Gil almost fell off the sofa and Catherine sat up.
"A date?"
Katie nodded. "Mhm. You know, how guys and girls go out together, spend time together?"
Gil narrowed his eyes.
"Who are you going on a
date with?"
"Do we know him? What if he's a criminal?" Catherine said.
"What if he's a she?" Katie chuckled.
"He's a he, isn't he?" Gil asked.
"Yes, it's a he, and no,
he's not a criminal.
And yes, you do know him."
Catherine folded her arms. "Do we like him?"
Katie thought for a moment. "In your own special way."
"I don't like the sound of this," Gil muttered.
"Who is it?" Catherine demanded.
Katie sat down on the free chair. "Okay, do you swear to me you're not going to freak out?"
"Oh my god, it is a criminal," Catherine said.
Katie groaned. "It's not a criminal."
"We won't 'freak out'," Gil said carefully.
Katie took another deep
breath after analysing them
carefully. "Greg Sanders."
There was silence in the room for a moment.
"Greg Sanders, as in Greg Sanders the lab tech?" Catherine asked.
Katie nodded.
"Are you insane? Have you lost your mind?"
"Did you drop her when she was born?" Gil asked Catherine.
Katie rolled her eyes.
"This is you not freaking
out?"
"Did he brainwash you?"
Katie looked at them. "Okay, you two are starting to get a little carried away here. It's just a date. We're going to a movie, then grabbing some dinner. Nothing to get worked up about."
"It's Greg!!" Catherine
cried. "He
flirts with everyone thing that walks! He plays music that can be
classified as
noise pollution. He uses liquid latex!"
"Not on her he doesn't," Gil said firmly.
The doorbell rang and
Katie got up. "Okay, so
how about you two have some alcohol, and I'll go on my date."
"I'll get it," Gil said menacingly, answering the door.
Katie put her head in her hands.
"We're doing this for your own good," Catherine assured her. "Hey, Greg."
"I'm not going to corrupt
her, use drugs, drink
alcohol or anything illegal. She will be back by her curfew and I'll
take really
good care of her." Greg turned to Katie. "Hi."
She smiled and waved. "Hi."
"Oh, and I really, really
like your
daughter," Greg assured them. "A lot."
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"How many men are there in Las Vegas?" Catherine asked, putting her magazine down.
"Clearly not enough," Gil said glumly.
"What time is it now?"
Gil glanced at the clock.
"Time for me to start
watching the windows."
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"You know, my parents are probably going to be watching at the windows," Katie said, as Greg walked her up to the door.
"Well, then they'll know what a responsible guy I am, walking you to your front door."
Katie smiled wryly and they stood on the porch, staring at each other.
"I should go inside. We
don't want them to get
the wrong idea." She glanced quickly at the windows and then leaned in
to
kiss Greg. "Thanks for a great night."
Greg grinned, and after watching her go in, headed back to his car.
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"You two would make lousy spies," Katie commented, shutting the door behind her as Cath and Gil almost fell over themselves in their hurry to get away from the window.
"It's a good thing we're CSI's, then," Catherine told her.
"How was your date?" Gil asked, getting quickly to the point.
Katie smiled. "I had a
great time."
Catherine looked at her.
"Will you be having more great times?"
Katie nodded. "Mhm. So you guys are just going to have to get used to it."
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Part 11